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Stimulation was in short supply in  late-'70s Rochdale. There were no music clubs. Gigs took place when a local progressive band booked itself into Whitworth Civic Hall. 'Going out' was something more confident lads did with disco-dancing trainee typists. To look cool, trainee bohemians needed only to linger at the bus-stop with a Rory Gallagher album tucked inside their great-coats.
 
For a shy youth with no money or transport, few friends, a heavy Dylan and Loudon Wainwright habit and a bewilderment with most punk ''arrivistes'', you might say I had it rough when I was a lad. There was the Peel programme and ... er ... that was it. We'd stay up all night, ferchrissakes, if they were showing a Spyro Gyra concert on Rock Goes To College.
 
Ten miles down the road, though it might have been a thousand, punk was shaking the cellars of Manchester. And here it was, like a hand-grenade coming through the screen, on the regional *IV show; Granada Reports. Embodied in this bug-eyed little bloke in th( baggy black suit ripping through Lip Service a!Manchester nightclub was something t ,51/4 sailed above the heads of the spit-and-cide brigade. There were depths to this geek no apparent in, say, The Adverts. He had all the attitude, and the tunes besides. Elvis Costello wa clever, cool, wordy and, from that moment on mine. My dad lowered his newspaper and locked his headmaster's frown on the TV set: "He look like he goes to a special school," was Kershay Snr's memorable judgement. Elvis had visited Rochdale one year earlier a part of the first Stiff tour, though, typically, managed to miss it. The publicity machine at th Champness Hall, better geared to pulling then in for lunchtime cello recitals, somehow failed to speak to Rochdale's Costello and Wreckless Eric market. Consequelith the most inspired package tour of the age played to a thin audience of orientated old ladies sucking Mint Imperials. A year later, and I was a fresher making undignified and unsuccessfu attempts to shag the girl in the flat next to mine at Leeds University. Sh. had a copy of This Year's Model, I had learned to play my first tune on th guitar so that I was able to bore the arse off her in the hallway with ai acoustic reading of You Belong 'lb Me, whilst she, no doubt, dreamed a rugby players. I'm ashamed to admit, though I've been wracking the memory sine the second paragraph, that I can't recall where I first saw the great man !iv( There were so many electrifying Elvis 'Hie Attractions shows to be see] once the government had, recklessly, put public: mime), into my pocket With my university chum, Dave Woodhead (these days freelance trum peter to Billy Bragg and others), I must have seen every Costello concer in the North. For five years, Elvis had to face us both, mouthing the words from th front row like a couple of theatre prompters. Our unfamiliarity with newe material could really bugger him up. Woodhead actually subscribed to Dutch-based newsletter, disturbing in its obsessiveness, called somethin like Costello Watch. Together, we amassed and circulated an archive c bootlegs that could have caused the BPI a seizure. I even appear in a supporting role on one of them. At one of the `Spi. The Wheel' shows at London's Royalty Theatre in November 1986, Elvi 1 1 relishing a short-lived role as Mr Showbiz, picked members of the audi ence to dance in a cage at the side of the stage and invited requests fror the assembled. "You Win Again, El % is!", I bellowed from the bad Instantly, he slipped into the I lank Williams lament. "And don't thinh Andy;" he said at the end having recognised my voice from just four word: "that just by shouting that out you're going to get away with not coming u
 


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2½ Years


Andy Kershaw

Stimulation was in short supply in late-'70s Rochdale. There were no music clubs. Gigs took place when a local progressive band booked itself into Whitworth Civic Hall. 'Going out' was something more confident lads did with disco-dancing trainee typists. To look cool, trainee bohemians needed only to linger at the bus-stop with a Rory Gallagher album tucked inside their great-coats.

For a shy youth with no money or transport, few friends, a heavy Dylan and Loudon Wainwright habit and a bewilderment with most punk arrivistes, you might say I had it rough when I was a lad. There was the Peel programme and ... er ... that was it. We'd stay up all night, ferchrissakes, if they were showing a Spyro Gyra concert on Rock Goes To College.

Ten miles down the road, though it might have been a thousand, punk was shaking the cellars of Manchester. And here it was, like a hand-grenade coming through the screen, on the regional *IV show; Granada Reports. Embodied in this bug-eyed little bloke in th( baggy black suit ripping through Lip Service a!Manchester nightclub was something t ,51/4 sailed above the heads of the spit-and-cide brigade. There were depths to this geek no apparent in, say, The Adverts. He had all the attitude, and the tunes besides. Elvis Costello wa clever, cool, wordy and, from that moment on mine. My dad lowered his newspaper and locked his headmaster's frown on the TV set: "He look like he goes to a special school," was Kershay Snr's memorable judgement. Elvis had visited Rochdale one year earlier a part of the first Stiff tour, though, typically, managed to miss it. The publicity machine at th Champness Hall, better geared to pulling then in for lunchtime cello recitals, somehow failed to speak to Rochdale's Costello and Wreckless Eric market. Consequelith the most inspired package tour of the age played to a thin audience of orientated old ladies sucking Mint Imperials. A year later, and I was a fresher making undignified and unsuccessfu attempts to shag the girl in the flat next to mine at Leeds University. Sh. had a copy of This Year's Model, I had learned to play my first tune on th guitar so that I was able to bore the arse off her in the hallway with ai acoustic reading of You Belong 'lb Me, whilst she, no doubt, dreamed a rugby players. I'm ashamed to admit, though I've been wracking the memory sine the second paragraph, that I can't recall where I first saw the great man !iv( There were so many electrifying Elvis 'Hie Attractions shows to be see] once the government had, recklessly, put public: mime), into my pocket With my university chum, Dave Woodhead (these days freelance trum peter to Billy Bragg and others), I must have seen every Costello concer in the North. For five years, Elvis had to face us both, mouthing the words from th front row like a couple of theatre prompters. Our unfamiliarity with newe material could really bugger him up. Woodhead actually subscribed to Dutch-based newsletter, disturbing in its obsessiveness, called somethin like Costello Watch. Together, we amassed and circulated an archive c bootlegs that could have caused the BPI a seizure. I even appear in a supporting role on one of them. At one of the `Spi. The Wheel' shows at London's Royalty Theatre in November 1986, Elvi 1 1 relishing a short-lived role as Mr Showbiz, picked members of the audi ence to dance in a cage at the side of the stage and invited requests fror the assembled. "You Win Again, El % is!", I bellowed from the bad Instantly, he slipped into the I lank Williams lament. "And don't thinh Andy;" he said at the end having recognised my voice from just four word: "that just by shouting that out you're going to get away with not coming u


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Mojo, No. 2, December 1993


Andy Kershaw profiles Elvis Costello.

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1993-12-00 Mojo illustration.jpg
Illustration by Paul Hamyn.

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